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Thursday Apr 14, 2011

I got a haircut on the weekend from my beloved hairdresser Carol. Even though Carol has been cutting my hair (and Beth’s) for a few years now she doesn’t remember my name. Up until last week she called me Mimi. Mimi bears no relation whatsoever to my real name Eve, like none.

But when I saw her she’d given up completely and just calls me Beth. So there’s Beth (me) and Beth (Beth.)

Carol understands the mop that is my hair and I love her, she gave me a great haircut and made it all shiny and pretty.

Then I washed it last night it turned into this.


Demented bag lady hair a-hoy!

I’m smack bang in the middle of the cooling off period with the apartment, it’s a 42 day settlement period which is fine but I’m a worrier by nature so I’m just waiting for someone (I don’t know who, my worries are not very rational) to pop out and say “No, you can’t have it.”

I am also a poh child at the moment. I’m saving about half of my pay at the moment to go towards all of the other fees and charges on this place, mortgage broker fees, solicitor fees, mortgage insurance, strata reports blah blah blah. 

It is fucking ridiculous, as a result I’m student poor. I raided my piggy bank this morning for coffee and lunch money, I did not work hard for 10 years to be paying for my lunch in 50 cent coins!

Fucking mortgage.

In a few weeks it’ll all be over, the mortgage payments themselves are quite manageable so once all of these fees and stuff are done it’ll be a lot easier. Because I am not 17 anymore and I refuse to use silver coins as my main tender. Refuse!

How’s things with you?


Monday Apr 4, 2011

I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t update here if I was cranky.

Which gives you a vague idea of how past few weeks have been.

Since being cranky seems to be part of my natural charm I’m throwing this rule out the window.

My job is still draining my will to live. I’ve decided that within the company I work for people simply do not care for policy or guidelines. Since part of my job is to enforce policy and guides for the particular section of IT that I manage it means I spend half my time arguing with people about why they’re not allowed to use any Smartphone they want.

I hate work people.

The trying to buy an apartment thing? Jesus fucking Christ it is stressful.

So my offer on the delightful apartment was accepted, and then all of the wheels fell off. The building and pest inspection reports took weeks to do and then get the reports for. I had to get a strata report (even though there are only 2 apartments in the bloody building!) which for $400 said ‘Yep, everything is fine.” A day before contracts were supposed to be exchanged I received the mortgage documents which were $5,000 less than they were supposed to be. Now, $5k is a shit-ton of money, and my mortgage broker was in Italy.

Anyway, after I recovered from the stroke everything was sorted out and contracts have been exchanged. In about 30 days I’ll be a home owner.

We had the state elections and the Liberal party won. For people not living in Australia the Liberal party are not liberal, at all. So the next few years politically are going to be very interesting. And by interesting I mean shitful. As long as they keep their rosaries off my ovaries we should be okay.

I turn 30 in a couple of weeks and I am amazingly excited about this. We’re going camping for the Easter weekend and although everyone I tell about this laughs and laughs at the idea of my friends and I roughing it, I am looking forward to it. Unless it gets all Blair Witchy, and then I will totally just start a bush fire or climb a tree rather than get killed while standing in a corner of an abandoned house or something.

(Ps – That movie scared the living bejesus out of me.)

I also joined an online dating site, which has also been interesting. And if by interesting you mean futile and ego-crushing then yes, yes it has been interesting. I was emailing this particular guy for a week or so about catching up, he seemed cool, he lived locally, he was not an ex blah blah blah. We got to the swapping photos part (I refuse to have photos up in case people I know discover I’m doing something this lame) he sent a photo through and despite having a hint of serial killer eyes I sent through mine.

And I haven’t heard from him since.




(Actual photo sent through. I’m crying on the inside. )

Now I’m attempting to meet with a guy who says he looks like Kevin Smith. And that is awesome.

I just wanted to pop in and tell you I’m still alive and kicking and cranky. I hope everyone is well and not cranky.

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